Here’s the deal: I am a direct
descendent of the outlaw Joaquin Murrieta. He was a kickass horseman, gambler,
and marksman. He stole the best horses robbed rich anglos at gunpoint. He loved
women and seduced more than a few during his twenty-three years. Some of his
money went to the poor, but to be truthful most of it he spent on whiskey, guns,
expensive tailored clothes, and on the women and children he left behind.

I got Joaquin Murrieta’s good looks. I got his courage and sense of justice for
the poor. I got his contempt for the rich and powerful. I got his love of
seduction. Like Joaquin used to, I love a good, clean armed robbery. I steal
beautiful cars instead of beautiful horses.

Right now I’m about to stick up a west-side dude for twenty-four thousand
dollars in cash. He wont’ be happy, but he’ll turn it over.